A unique fascination with storms

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Ever since I was little I was always fascinated by storm particularly tornado or storm producing tornado's. My grandmother always had a horrible time with me trying to get me in the house whenever I bad storm was coming. I can remember to this day like it was yesterday one summer when I was little we we're at my grandparents lake cottage for the summer. It was a bright sunny beautiful day we we're all enjoying the lake when suddenly it strangely quietly and the sky darkened to a sickly greenish/black color then almost instanly the wind picked up and sirens went off. My grandfather scoped me up and my grandmother was yelling at everyone to get inside. We took and I was somehow able to still to a perfect view I saw it all. There was one funnel cloud and somehow the lake engulfed to tornado and it centered itself right in the middle of the lake and there was another funnel cloud that came right up beside both spinning wildly in the middle of the lake I guess until it ran out steam or whatever the techinal word is for it. But I remember just starring at those funnel clouds just swirling carelessly without effort I could not take my eyes off them. Even since that day whenever there's a bad storm I want to go out and check it out I wonder if something didnt happen to me while watching thoes two tornado's I've heard tell that if you ever get close enough to one you're never the same.